I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face